A very Boulder day

Yesterday, we had a very Boulder-type day.  We started out with brunch at the Walnut Cafe, which is apparently something of a Boulder institution.  (The granola and chocolate chip pancakes were quite tasty!)  Then we met one of Neil's coworkers for a hike on the Mesa Trail; her dog Samson proved a very able hiker in his own right.  I, on the other hand, have yet to acclimate, so the uphill bit of the hike proved a bit of a struggle.

After recovering from the breathlessness, we followed up the hiking with some ski shopping -- and I am now the proud owner of skis, boots, and poles!  They are my early birthday present from a very sweet Neil.  As I have never had my own ski equipment before, I am very excited and eager to try them out.  Though we won't have a chance to hit the slopes until after Thanksgiving, we're sure to take full advantage of our ski passes once we make it out.  Come visit us, and we'll take you too!

Can't complain about the scenery

The scene upon waking

Though we're technically a month and ten days away from it, it looks as though winter has arrived!

Prepare your skis

Well, the forecast is calling for snow this evening -- and the look of the sky is backing up that prediction.  I didn't realize that I would be introduced to my first snow as a Colorado resident so soon!  That said, the ski slopes could use some of the white stuff.  (No, not cocaine.)  Though Keystone is technically open already, only four of its 135 runs are currently accessible.  Below is a schedule for some of the nearby resorts: plan your visit to us accordingly.

Just another drive to Home Depot

Nous sommes arrivés

Well, we did it.  We made it to Colorado -- complete with the ten bags we carried or checked onto the flight.  We began unpacking last night, realizing in the process that we had stuffed quite a lot into our cars.  (The cars were, thank goodness, awaiting us exactly where they were supposed to be.)  And so begins the settling-in...

M-Day is nigh!

Moving time is nearly upon us.  We have a mere two full days remaining in Dallas before we head out to granola-eating, tree-hugging, Birkenstock-wearing Boulder.  

Neil and I have our fleeces at the ready.  Our cars have already arrived in Colorado and await us patiently.  Our suitcases are out and, though still empty, they clearly long to be filled with our worldly possessions.  (They also have a distinct predilection for anthropomorphism, as do our cars.)  Though our bags are not packed and we're not quite yet ready to go, we're on the verge of living out the John Denver song.

Somewhat disturbingly, pictures of Boulder in the winter seem to be few and far between, but here is a summertime scene for your viewing pleasure.